So, only I wrote a poem this week. Last week I was on vacation from work and also from any sense of responsibility and obligation. What a treat! (Makes up for public school pay, hehe.) In honor of Mardi Gras, and the most delicious cake I have ever baked and eaten, I offer up this poem. It was inspired by the bountiful crumbs decorating my counter, and an burgeoning mindfulness practice.
ode to a Hershey’s Special Dark chocolate cake (from scratch)
the crumbs on the counter call me out:
evidence of my obvious humanity
evidence of my wanting
(which, though self-centered, was not wanton).
the pedestal upon which it stood, a plain white plate:
each slice deliberate
each angle a careful measure.
the knife’s silver edge, the resistance, the yielding:
every cut a question
every bite an answer.